[a shake of his head, there, as he folds his arms and leans back against the counter.]
That idiot I was with-- he can disable it before I die, but he's the only one.
[but he doesn't want to linger too long on that thought-- he'll pick up the nearest bottle of alcohol and decide it's good enough, finding a glass and pouring some. any port in emotional vulnerability!!]
...did you? Looked like you really did a number on them.
Wei Wuxian, for his part, starts shifting back into a more relaxed demeanor with a speed that perhaps isn't quite so surprising now. There's a little stiffness to it, though - like he's having trouble settling back into his usual rhythm.]
Good - good! I'm glad you survived. Sounds like quite a dangerous thing to be using, though... Especially if you're relying on someone else to keep you in check.
[Says a lot about Chuuya's relationship with the guy though, honestly. He'll fish out a glass of his own and hold his free hand out for the bottle. With a light laugh:]
Of course I survived that one, though I can guarantee you there are plenty who wish I hadn't, haha.
I only use it when it's necessary. We don't work together anymore, though.
[he takes a long drink from his glass at that, passing the bottle to wei wuxian. it's better than considering the implications of that-- because he's sure there will come a day when he's asked to use it and dazai won't be there.
as for wei wuxian's comment... he shrugs a shoulder.]
Well, it felt like they deserved it to me. Was it worth it?
[He'll pour himself a drink next, but he does glance up at Chuuya, as if considering whether or not to say something. Apparently he decides with "not" for now, setting the bottle on the counter between the two of them and pausing just long enough to take a healthy sip from his glass.]
—I can see why you would. That wasn't exactly pleasant, by any means.
[From the sensation of losing himself to the actual physical pain of it...
That said, while there are plenty of things he regrets from his past, supermurdering Wen Chao, Jiaojiao and Core-Melting Hand is definitely not among them. There's no hesitation or remorse - a little trace leftover, perhaps, of the person Chuuya had experienced in that memory.]
It was. I would have put them down a thousand times over if I didn't have other things to do, but killing a corpse isn't very satisfying, anyway.
It'd be a shitty way to get myself killed, that's for sure.
[another sip-- which effectively drains the glass, so he's just going to snag that bottle again to refill it.
after wei wuxian's answer, though, he huffs out a humorless little laugh.]
At that point it'd just be indulging yourself too much. What's the point if they don't feel it enough? [and with a little grin, no less sharp for how small an expression it is:] Whatever it was they did to make you go that far... I hope they regretted it before they died.
I'd hate to see you die in any way, but especially a gruesome one like that. [Said with the tiniest lilting note of sincerity... But no one needs gross sentiment in this house!! It's probably obvious by now that he has a stupid sentimental heart, anyway.]
I've been known to indulge a little too much. [Said with a light laugh, like they're discussing his penchant for downing alcohol rather than, y'know. Murder.]
But you're right, you're right. And I can only hope they did, too! I have a feeling they probably did? I was making good on a promise, after all.
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[a shake of his head, there, as he folds his arms and leans back against the counter.]
That idiot I was with-- he can disable it before I die, but he's the only one.
[but he doesn't want to linger too long on that thought-- he'll pick up the nearest bottle of alcohol and decide it's good enough, finding a glass and pouring some. any port in emotional vulnerability!!]
...did you? Looked like you really did a number on them.
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Wei Wuxian, for his part, starts shifting back into a more relaxed demeanor with a speed that perhaps isn't quite so surprising now. There's a little stiffness to it, though - like he's having trouble settling back into his usual rhythm.]
Good - good! I'm glad you survived. Sounds like quite a dangerous thing to be using, though... Especially if you're relying on someone else to keep you in check.
[Says a lot about Chuuya's relationship with the guy though, honestly. He'll fish out a glass of his own and hold his free hand out for the bottle. With a light laugh:]
Of course I survived that one, though I can guarantee you there are plenty who wish I hadn't, haha.
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[he takes a long drink from his glass at that, passing the bottle to wei wuxian. it's better than considering the implications of that-- because he's sure there will come a day when he's asked to use it and dazai won't be there.
as for wei wuxian's comment... he shrugs a shoulder.]
Well, it felt like they deserved it to me. Was it worth it?
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—I can see why you would. That wasn't exactly pleasant, by any means.
[From the sensation of losing himself to the actual physical pain of it...
That said, while there are plenty of things he regrets from his past, supermurdering Wen Chao, Jiaojiao and Core-Melting Hand is definitely not among them. There's no hesitation or remorse - a little trace leftover, perhaps, of the person Chuuya had experienced in that memory.]
It was. I would have put them down a thousand times over if I didn't have other things to do, but killing a corpse isn't very satisfying, anyway.
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[another sip-- which effectively drains the glass, so he's just going to snag that bottle again to refill it.
after wei wuxian's answer, though, he huffs out a humorless little laugh.]
At that point it'd just be indulging yourself too much. What's the point if they don't feel it enough? [and with a little grin, no less sharp for how small an expression it is:] Whatever it was they did to make you go that far... I hope they regretted it before they died.
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I've been known to indulge a little too much. [Said with a light laugh, like they're discussing his penchant for downing alcohol rather than, y'know. Murder.]
But you're right, you're right. And I can only hope they did, too! I have a feeling they probably did? I was making good on a promise, after all.